Guess I have to put your flat feet on the ground

[lizblackdog]

It's morning, I've had my coffee and I am finally getting dressed. Spike and Squish know that we will have OMGMORNINGWALKIES as soon as I'm dressed enough to go outdoors without risk of arrest, so they're very, very excited.

This is nothing new. Spike's default state is excited. I find it a bit wearing in the mornings but I can deal. It's when his sense of humour cuts in that he defeats me.

So I'm standing in the bathroom, almost three-quarters awake, in my bra and underpants, working up to locating my T-shirt and tracksuit bottoms. And I pause a moment, to stand and yawn, and stretch my arms above my head, as one does.

Spike snuck into the bathroom behind me, launched into a flying leap and hit the small of my back with both front paws, at the perfectly-timed moment to knock me off balance and send me faceplanting into the toilet. I didn't quite go over - I've lived with this clown too long to be caught that easy - but it was a close thing. I turned and there he was, sitting demurely on the laundry pile with the smuggest grin you ever saw pasted onto his beautiful face. Got you good, Ma!

I love that thrice-damned dog so fucking much.

Comments

[lizblackdog.livejournal.com]

Oh, he didn't hurt me; just shoved me off balance. It's one of our games while we're playing ball, actually, and he has a command for it too. It's rare for him to do it spontaneously outside ball games - he just had more devil than usual in him this morning. My evil bugger.

[lemmingpie.livejournal.com]

Still :) (so then it's okay that I laughed when I read your entry?)
I do love his sitting on the laundry all pleased action, that is just great.